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The Neighborhood Where I Grew Up
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Every time I think about my childhood home, the same memory always comes to mind: My sister
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The Home Where I Grew Up
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I can’t say I was born and raised in the same house—or even in the same state. Although I don’t remember the places I lived before I turned 4, I’ll tell you about the tw
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I close my eyes and the first sound that comes to mind is not the traffic of presentday Caracas—which now lies miles away—but the rhythmic clang of a trowel against the
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This week, when I read the topic, I didn’t think of a house… I thought of sensations. Of small details that, without making noise, stayed living inside me.
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